Cor. Let them hang. Fol. Ay, and burn too. Enter MENENIUS and SENATORS. Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, Vol. I pr'ythee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; Aud thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them,) ness Thy knee bussing the stones, for in such busi- Men. This but done, Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: Иen. Come, come, you have been too rough, For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free something too rough; You must return, and mend it. 1 Sen. There's no remedy; Unless, by not so doing, our good city Fol. Pray be counsel'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger Men. Well said, noble woman: Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that Fal. If it be honour, in your wars, to seem The me you are not, (which, for your best ends, To adapt your policy,) how is it less, or worse, That it shall bold companionship in peace a bonour, as in war; since that to both Binds in like request ? far. Why force; you this! Tud. Because that now it lies you on to speak To the people; not by our own instruction, Nour by the matter which your heart prompts you to, but with such words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables waliowance, to your bosom's truth. Now this no more dishonours you at all, Tim to take in a town with gentle words, Wach else would put you to your fortune, and The hazard of mach blood. i sad dissemble with my nature, where #fortunes, and my friends, at stake, requir❜ḍ I do so is honour: I am, in this, You wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; ↑ Rank. 1 Urge. Subduc. As words to little purpose. Vol. Pr'ythee now, Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Enter COMINIUS. Com. I have been i'the market-place: and, You make strong party, or defend yourself Com. I think 'twill serve, if he Vol. He must, and will: Pr'ythee, now, say you will, and go about it. sconce? Must I, With my base tongue, give to my noble heart Com. Come, come, we'll prompt yon. Vol. I pr'ythee now, sweet son, as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so Cor. Well, I must do't: knees, Which bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, • Common clowns. Bru. In this point charge him home-that he That when he speaks not like a citizen, affects Tyrannical power: if he evade us there, Enter an Edile. What, will he come! Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied? Ed. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd Set down by the poll? Ed. I have: 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Sic. Assemble presently the people hither: it For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, And power i'the truth o'the cause. Ed. I shall inform them. Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd Enforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence. Ed. Very well. You find him like a soldier: Do not take Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being pass'd for consul with full voice, I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour people! Call me their traitor.-Thon injurious tribune! Sic. Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock with him! to the rock with We need not put new matter to his charge: Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Sic. Well, here he comes. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest Will bear the knave by the volume.-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Those whose great power must try him; even Bru. But since he hath Cor. What do you prate of service ? Men. Is this The promise that you made your mother! I pray you, Cor. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death; (As much as in him lies) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome gates: I'the people's name, I say it shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd; Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing Rome, I have been consul, and can show from Sie. We know your drift: Speak what? A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me Vir. O heavens! O heavens ! Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish! Cor. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, If you had been the wife of Hercules, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hard'ning spectacles: tell these sad women, 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot Bru. There's no more to be said, but be is Makes fear'd) and talk'd of more than seen your banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country: li shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cer. You common cry of curs! whose breath As reok o'the rotten fens, whose love I prize hoo! The people shout and throw up their Caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him! As be bath follow'd you, with all despite : Gin deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend as through the city. C. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come : The gada preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE 1.-The same.-Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MINENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young PATRICIANS. Car. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell: -the beast ¶ With many beads butts me away.-Nay, mother, are is your ancient courage you were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calmn, all boats alike Show'd mastersbip in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, son Will, or exceed the common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee a while: Determine on some course, More than a wild exposture to each chance, That starts i'the way before thee. Cor. O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee; so,'if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I'the absence of the needer. Cor. Fare ye well : [full Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.- Cor. Give me thy hand :- [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-A Street near the Gate. Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an EDILE. Sic. Bid them all home: he's gone, and we'll The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided no farther.In his behalf. Bru. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing. Sic. Bid them home: Say their great enemy is gone, and they Bru. Dismiss them home. [Exit EDILI. Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS. • Foolish. + Insidious. ¡Exposure, ↑ Noblest. ¡True metal. Vol. Oh you're well met: The hoarded plague o'the gods Requite your love! Men. Peace, peace: be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear, Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be gone? [To BRUTUS. Vir. You shall stay too; [To SICIN.] I would I had the power To say so to my husband. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame ?—Note but this fool. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words? Sic. O blessed heavens ! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what Yet go : Nay but thou shalt stay too :-I would my son Sic. What then? Vir. What then? He'd make an end of thy posterity. Vol. Bastards, and all. you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state, to find you out there : You have well saved me a day's journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles. Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division. Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people, and to pluck This lies from them their tribunes for ever. glowing I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banished? Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. I Rom. The day serves well for them now. ;-have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her busband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country. Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accom Good man, the wounds that he does bear for pany you home. Rome! Men. Come, come, peace. Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tendSic. I would he had coutinn'd to his countrying to the good of their adversaries. Have you As he began; and not unknit himself The noble knot he made. Bru. I would he had. an army ready, say you? Vol. A most royal one: the centurions and their charges distinctly billeted, already in the Vol. I would he had! 'Twas you incens'd the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heaven will not have earth to know. Bru. Pray, let us go. Vol. Now pray, Sir, get you gone: warning. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set the n in present action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir; I have You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear the most cause to be glad of yours. this: As far as doth the Capitol exceed I would the gods had nothing else to do, Men. You have told them home, And by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup SCENE IV.-Antium.-Before AUFIDIUS's House. Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean apparel, disguised and muffled. Cor. A goodly city is this Autium: City, In puny battle slay me.-Save you, Sir. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cor. Thank you, Sir: farewell. [Erit CITIZEN. O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, Auf. Say, what's thy name? 2 Ser. Where's Cotus! my master calls for Thou show'st a noble vessel. What's thy name? bun. Cotus! Enter CORIOLANUS. Car. A goodly house: The feast smells well : but I Appear not like a guest. Re-enter the first SERVANT. 1 Serr. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door. Car. I have deserv'd no better entertainment In being Coriolanus.⚫ Re-enter second SERVANT. 1 Serr. Whence are you, Sir? Has the porter his eves in his head, that he gives entrance to sach companious! Pray, get you out. Cor Away! 2 Serr. Away? Get you away.' Cor. Now thou art troublesome. Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou me yet? Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath To thee particularly, and to all the Volsces, The cruelty and envy of the people, 1 ST. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked! had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world Enter a third SERVANT. The first meets him. a fere. What fellow's this? I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, 1 Sere. A strange one as ever I looked on: cannot get him out o'the house: Pr'ythee, call may master to him. 3 Sert. What have you to do here, fellow ? Pray you, avoid the house Cor. Let me but stand: I will not hurt your Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it, Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am Auf. O Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart [say, A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter The anvil of my sword; and do contest, |